"Where am I? And who are you?"
Ingwë nearly winced at the emotions she sent out with those questions. There was much fear, though this was tempered with a will of adamant, like the shield around her mind before—even now he could only understand that which she let into the small space, a room for him in the house that was her mind.
"I am King Ingwë of the Vanyar, High-King of all Elves, and we are in Valinor child." He tried to lace his thoughts with safety and light, for the undercurrent in the small part of her that was exposed to him through their osanwë was desirous of these two things most of all. But his answer to her had a unanticipated result.
There was a moment of startled silence and all was blank within the connection between their minds. Ingwë could feel the speed at which her thoughts progressed though, processing information behind the rest of the walls protecting her mind, her very soul. Physically she had tensed and her clear-grey eyes had gone wide, before closing altogether. The osan connection dimmed slightly.
"Where am I? And who are you?"
Ingwë nearly winced at the emotions she sent out with those questions. There was much fear, though this was tempered with a will of adamant, like the shield around her mind before—even now he could only understand that which she let into the small space, a room for him in the house that was her mind.
"I am Ingwë, King of the Vanyar, High-King of all Elves, and we are in Valinor child." He tried to lace his thoughts with safety and light, for the undercurrent in the small part of her that was exposed to him through their osanwë was desirous of these two things most of all. But his answer to her had an unanticipated result.
There was a moment of startled silence, then all was blank within the connection between their minds. Ingwë could feel the speed at which her thoughts progressed though, processing information behind the rest of the walls protecting her mind, her very soul. Physically she had tensed and her clear-grey eyes had gone wide, before closing altogether. The osanwë connection dimmed slightly, as if Ingwë's words conjured a shadow over the young one's heart.
Ingwë did not know, then, that it was not having somehow come to Valinor which saddened the young nis. The shadow of sorrow which he could only slightly feel, but feel it nonetheless he did, came from an understanding of events which would come to pass.
For it was clear, even in the small white room, that the light of the Two Trees was still shining in Aman.